Three Nights of the Moon

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Literotica Productions Presents
Three Nights of the Moon

Starring
CaptainB....................Dr. Emil Dresden
Ariosto......................Radcliffe Moran
Mistress Jorja.............Kayla Moran
Maid of Marvels..........Fraulein Blickberg
Tibvo........................Homer Gibson (Igor)
Honey_B....................Kitsune
NightWhispers.............Willow Barnes
Mr Spikey..................The Creature
Maid of Marvels..........Ghislaine
SexyChele..................Liesl the Farmgirl
Faith........................Zelda the Fortuneteller

Deep in the dark recesses of an unnamed Bavarian forest, beyond the reach of asphalt and engines, clinging to the sides of jagged peaks that rip the hurtling clouds open to vent their black rain upon the feeble villages and pitiful farms scattered far below, lies that black bastion of ancient terror, Castle Sensate. Massive blocks of granite make up its walls and courtyards, black marble streaked with white veins line the hallways and staircases, gray slate slabs lay upon the steeply pitched roofs of the wide pointed towers that stretch high above the battlements. Its interior was carved out of the living rock centuries ago, and the perpetual chill of the mountain is matched by the darkness that envelopes the structure even at bright noon, due to its northern exposure and the black pines that have grown up to the wall edges, leaving the courtyards and entrances in constant damp shadow. Once it was an impregnable citadel, the northern vanguard against a barbarian horde. Now its purpose has faded with the centuries, leaving a husk that still survives, stubbornly keeping its grip through the neglect of the ages and the brutal gluttony of its inhabitants as they faded, one by one, into the lost history of their impotent seed.

Vines have grown over the walls and covered the murder-slits over the slow-rusting portcullis. A treacherous narrow road winds up the mountainside to the castle’s gate, crossing an arched stone bridge to land at a narrow porch under the looming walls. The wind constantly howls, only slightly broken by the whipped branches of the sturdy trees. Far below in the valley, villagers avert their eyes from the distant shape that juts from the nearby peak. They remember the tales of ancient villainy and perversion, of corruption and terror, of the evil barons who taxed the land to its bones and plundered the foodstores and people until only hollow-eyed beggars remained, broken remnants of a once-proud people. Their descendants fare better, now that the lineage of the barons has dissolved. The farms have returned to lushness, and craftsmen turn out furniture and clocks to rival the best from the distant cities. Though the castle has lain deserted for decades, the villagers know it still invites disaster to gaze upon that peak or to speak the structure’s ancient name.

But in recent years lights have once again appeared in the tall thin windows. The time is 1935, and a scientist, a foreigner named Emil Dresden has made claim to the castle. Many strange packages and crates have since been delivered to its gates, and the nights are sometimes accompanied by odd, silent flashes of light from within. No known evil has emanated from its walls, yet legends are rising again of fearsome creatures that haunt the nearby woods, and of twisted silhouettes stalking the stone parapets. Those who have met Dr. Dresden report that he was civil enough, but left those he talked to with a sense of unease. Maybe it was the way his eyes examined everyone he spoke with, maybe his erratic attempts at dark humor, or maybe his unconcern with the warnings of history. Castle Sensate does not pour out evil as it once had, but what survives there now is somehow even more intimidating...

 

[captainb]

Emil Dresden

A wavering wail filled the dark peak of the laboratory tower. It rose and fell, hollowly circling the oak rafters and pushing the candle flames into near extinction before rushing out the narrow windows, banging at the broken shutters in its passing. The candles sat on a battered desk around a thick weathered book held open by an odd-shaped bit of dark metal. Their feeble illumination was drowned out by the uneven glare of three surgical lamps spaced around a steel table in the center of the room. Bent over the table in silent concentration was Dr. Emil Dresden, late of Oxingham University, now owner of the ancient structure that housed the tower. A bell tolled deeply from somewhere beyond the granite walls, and he raised his head to listen. His face was lean and pale, with bloodshot eyes and black hair that fell lankly across his forehead. He was tall, dressed in a long coat that had once been white. He picked up a large mug of coffee and drained half of it while the bell finished its announcement. Midnight. Only one more day until the experiment reached its climax. He stretched and looked up at the high windows. The moon was passing through its view, black wispy clouds scudding across its face. He faintly heard a howl, possibly two, echoing from somewhere beyond his view.

A low giggle sounded from the catwalk on the opposite wall. “Sounds like Kitsune’s off with her friends again!” Homer clung to the railing and looked down at the doctor with a lecherous grin.

Emil regarded him stoically. “She’s done her work well. She deserves some time to play. Mind the electron power level.” He rubbed his eyes, then looked up at the hunchback again. “Of course, you’ve done well too, Igor. We are nearly there, after all this time.”

He stretched again and looked down at the table. They certainly had done well, bringing him an extraordinary collection of useful parts. His eyes softened as they traveled up the still figure laying uncovered. The legs of Veleyna Petroskava, world famous ballet dancer until she succumbed to pneumonia. The hands and arms of Caroline van Hugenot, classical pianist sadly caught in the Carfax Tunnel train wreck. The torso of Mitzi Masters, a…hostess at the Stake ImPale restaurant and burlesque house, who had slipped on a spilled drink and fallen off the stage, breaking her neck. And the head, ah yes, the head and hair of the princess Sigunna Olafson, a stunning beauty who had driven her sports car at manic speeds just once too often. All together, an assembled vision of perfection. The surgical scars had been carefully tended and soaked in special solutions, and were now hardly visible pink lines. Her skin and hair had received the same treatment, and both were soft and gleamed with health, a light pinkish tint to the flesh as the blood coursed through from the regularly beating heart, its beat controlled by the wires and electrodes attached to various spots on the body. He touched the hair and sighed, then looked to the corner of the room.

“Soon,” he whispered, and moved towards the large bubbling jar, a dim blue glow illuminating the brain that floated in its medium, the thin whip of the naked spinal cord coiled below it. He gently touched the glass and was rewarded by a glimmer of light that flickered from his touch to the cortex. He leaned close and softly said, “Soon, my love. You will be restored, and we will be together again, forever.” He was rewarded with a soft pulse and a gentle touch in his mind. Resting his hand on the sealed lid, he gazed out the window at the moonlit forest far below. A few lights shone from the village and outlying farms, flickering through the wind-whipped branches. He rubbed at his eyes again, then turned back in search of a fresh cup of coffee.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Kayla Moran

The twisting road leading up to Castle Sensate may have looked better in it's younger days, before it fell into a state of constant disrepair, but it was unlikely. Although the entrance was once blocked by a pair of wrought iron gates, they now lay fallen on their sides, twisted almost out of recognition, the vines slowly but surely smothering the life out of these deformed metal shapes. The road had two deep ruts choked with weeds, and one dared not alter their gaze from this path too far left or right, for on both sides the firm ground dropped away to ragged peeks of rock and the lush valley the engulfed the tiny village huddled in the shadow the cliffs.

The sun was just rising, a gold halo over the rolling hills to the west. But the trickle of warm light did nothing to alleviate a sense of oddness that this place seemed to hold. It was filled with an inert feeling of disquiet that you couldn’t put your finger on, yet you knew was there just the same. Despite Mother Nature’s attempts to warm the stones with her gaze and coxes fragrant, startling shades of colorful flowers from the staunch green vines, the castle remained hardened and unfeeling. Keeping a sentinel position over the village, it watched the ebb and flow of the inhabitants, yet always standing apart, never becoming entangled in their worthless lives.

A shiny, black Austin 7 bounced up the drive, rattling it's passengers mercilessly. The freshly polished headlights peeked out from either side of the flat glass windshield, as if they were almost afraid to look at this sight, but curiosity kept them staring anyway. Kayla sat in the front seat, next to driver, who also happened to be her husband. She let out a girlish yelp every time they went over a particularly rough bit of rock or mound of earth, and looked embarrassedly away under the questioning eyes of Radcliff. The base of the castle could just be glimpsed as they crossed a narrow arched stone bridge, barely wide enough to squeeze one car through. Up here in the sheltered passage of wide spread trees, it looked as it if had rained recently. The limbs drooped heavily under the weight of the water and if you were to stand in the woods and close your eyes the faint ghostly dripping sound would just reach your ears. Muddy water splashed over the tires and front of the gleaming new automobile, giving it a more well-used look.

The car came to a stop just beneath the granite walls that towered over them, tall fir trees accenting the edge of the road. Her husband came around to open the door for her, and she took his hand, looking over his broad shoulder at the decrepit silhouette draped in granite. Stepping primly around the mud puddles, she gazed up at this once-magnificent castle. The wind toyed with her skirts and petticoats, and swayed around the lace and trimmings on her bodice. It finally settled upon the salmon-colored hat perched atop her head, decorated by dried flowers and a twist of ribbon here and there, knocking it off it's delicate resting place and sending it swirling down onto the crevasse of teeth-like rocks below. If one was foolish enough to walk to the sheer edge of the cliffs, they would see a speck of pink far below, writhing upon the boulders. But even as the wind stole one of her favorite broad-brimmed hats, her gaze and concentration on this vine entangled structure was unbroken, her eyes held to it’s forbidding form by a kind of morbid fascination.

"Ah declare, I do bleeve this is the most strange sight Ah've laid eyes upon in my entahr life."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble...

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"Soon, my love. Soon." Emil's voice reached Ghislaine through the void that was her existence. She wasn't entirely aware of her surroundings, for she could not see... but she could 'sense' Emil's thoughts as well as his touch.

There were no days and nights for her... She 'just WAS'. Just was... BORED. Bored. Bored. Bored. Emil seemed preoccupied for the moment so perhaps a nap was in order.

Ghislaine began to slow her thought processes and drifted off...

 

[SexyChele]

Liesl

The hour was late, and I should have been in bed hours ago. Yet, the party was only 3 days away, and there was still so much to do in preparation. As a strong gust of wind shook the branches outside, I pulled back a curtain over the sink and tried to peer outside. As leaves, twigs, and other debris rushed past the window, I hastily shut the curtains tight. Ill wind blows through the valley - that's what the villagers would say. Indeed, it did seem so.

There had been much speculation in the village when the new resident of the castle came. Indeed, it was almost unheard of that anyone should want to live in such a foreboding place. Rumors were rampant - everything from the man being a recluse to a monster. People talking of hideous sounds, strange creatures, suspicious goings on at the castle since the present occupant moved in. Well, what did that have to do with me? That castle had been there for a thousand years or more. It had more legends - good and bad - than anyone could keep up with. Tragic love affairs, murders, ghosts, mysterious sounds - people would believe anything to amuse themselves. Of course, not even I would look at the imposing ediface - considered to be extreme bad luck to even gaze upon it accidently.

But then, 2 days ago, the housekeeper came to the cottage. Her employer was having a party in 5 days and wanted a feast. A feast! In 5 days! Was the man daft? Yet, he was willing to pay the hefty fee I asked - money to come in handy after the sudden and expected death of my father. I agreed, and hired 2 girls from the village to help me during the day. Picking apples for pies, mixing, cooking, baking, organizing, planning. And now down to the last 3 days. I hoped the good doctor would appreciate my efforts with a special compensation on the side -

What? Yes, I heard it again! Unmistakable - the howl of a wolf, I'm sure of it. I glance out of another window. Yes, the moon is almost full - will be completely full in 3 days. The skin prickles along my back as I hear the howl again. Yes, I'm sure of it - a wolf. Only some in the village say it isn't a wolf. They've claimed to have seen it, and believe it to be more human than wolf.

I shudder myself back to my work. Must get this last bit done before going to bed. Still, I think about earlier this evening - out in the fields. I was sure some one had been watching me. But who? I had talked to the police, but they disregarded me completely. Couldn't shake the feeling, though.

As I turn to my task with renewed vigor, I feel shivers run down my spine, and the hair on my neck rise. I feel eyes boring deep into my back. Heart pounding, I quickly whirl around to the window behind me, knife in hand.

But nothing....total darkness. Or was that a movement I saw....

 

[faith]

the fortuneteller...

The wagon creaked as the horse plodded along. This wagon is my home. Soon we would camp for the night. We had come here to live in the shadow of the castle for a time out of mind. Our people welcome by the great Lords of the castle to entertain. Bringing news from faraway lands. They trade goods with us.

As I look up at the moon, I see more. The time is at hand, the time prophesized by the greatest seers of our tribe. Tonight we set up camp; soon the chosen ones will call.


“Zelda, can you see my future”…Yes I hear the words. Will they heed my warnings? Bah they never listen to the truth of my words. She’s just a crazy old Gypsy woman they will say. They hear only that which satisfies their own wishes. The full moon comes. It cannot be held back. The time is upon us….the three nights of the moon.

 

[faith]

We meet in a dream

"Zelda....Please hear my words"

"What is it girl? Why do you disturbe my dreams?"

The blue glow blinds me. I look up in my dream and see the pale moon.

The forboding sound of a wolf calling in the night is heard.

Please look and tell what you see...


Listen well my girl...there is a man...he loves you for your mind. ...But be warned he wants more...He wants to take your relationship to a new level...he wants...Yes....he wants....

 

[ariosto]

Radcliffe

"Oh Dahlin' this IS just like an old horror movie ain't it?"
Radcliff squeezed his wife's slender waist and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"But in that theyah ediface of ancient stones is the greatest Necroanimater the world has evah known...Doctah Emil Dresson!"
The last words were said with a sense of worshipful awe.

"Dresden, Sweetie."
Kayla stifled a yawn, Radcliff could run on so about silly things.

"Yes of course I meant Dresden."
He turned back to the Austin and began to unload the boot. Kayla had packed like she was moving to China for ten years as usual and with his own luggage and the laboratory equipment he'd carried so carefully from the States, poor Radclifflooked like a common stevedore as he followed his shapely wife up the grim stone stairs of Castle Sensate.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Kayla Moran

He was at it again. Talking about work. Oh how he could ramble about the most unimportant things. "Unimportant," for her, encompassed most everything outside of fashion, hair styles, and needlepoint. She hadn't the faintest clue what he did really.

She sashayed up the stone steps, head held high in the air, as if to prove to herself and anyone around them she was the one and only Kayla Moran.

"A'write.....'ello.....anybody home?"

Radcliff reached around her, suitcase in hand, to lift the tarnished doorknocker and bring it down, the low sound echoing in the relative silence.

"Ah twas gonna try that next, silly," she giggled.

Leaning off the side of the steps, she rubbed the dust and dirt off the nearest window with the edge of her ruffled dress sleeve. Shading her eyes from the glare she peered in as if she expected to be able to see anything in the dark room. Turning to her husband, she had a disappointed look on her delicate face.

"Ah don't think those scientist-folks are home. But dont fret, dawlin', we'll figgur sometin' out...we always do."

 

[captainb]

Journal of Emil Dresden

I now enter what I pray is the last day of my solitude. All signs point to darker weather matching the full moon, perfect to complete my grand design. And grand it is. Where I tried and failed with... him, in creating a replica of humanity, I think I have now succeeded. Before, my loyal servants collected the remains of local inhabitants. My methods of preserving dead tissue had not been perfected, nor the reanimation process. His mind is sound, but the body, alas, the body did not fare as well. But now I have refined my work, blended the formulas more carefully, used rarer and finer ingredients, and treating the remains with infinitely more care. The result staggers me when I see her, such perfection of face and form, an exquisite shell to house that which remains of Ghislaine.

I am fortunate that Radcliffe has joined me for this last phase. The university grant was dependant upon my taking a student, and I had feared that the true work here would be revealed and all would be lost. But he has proven of a like mind, a ravenous quest for knowledge, not like those blind, dim fools of the college. They still believe I work to preserving human life beyond its normal limits. Hah! If they but knew. Someday they shall though, and then I shall be restored to my rightful place in the academia. His wife insisted on accompanying him, a silly girl more likely to get in the way than anything, but I have stressed to Radcliffe that she must be kept away from the secret chambers that I will reveal to him. Such arcane knowledge might shake her delicate sensibilities.

I am tired. I don’t know when I’ve last slept. All this worrying and attention to detail plus the hope that I too will finally be revitalized on her awakening… but I shall not touch on that subject here. Worrying is the cause of that problem in the first place. No, I must now busy myself with rechecking the calculations, and verify that a lightening bolt can be coaxed from the clouds at the precise moment to energize the capacitors, as detailed in the Tome of Indecipherable Mathematiks, vol. 17, and thus restore my beloved to true life.

Soon, so soon…

 

[NightWhispers]

Willow Barnes

The moon casts a soft yellow glow as the color a faded love letter from days of yesteryear. My gaze travels upward into the mighty heaven trying hard not to be saddened. I think of the time wasted in the " cracker factory," the nickname the residents call it. I have been on the run for two days now, never looking back. My destination is unknown even to myself.

A loud shreek of laughter pierces the cool night air. I suddenly realize that the sound is emitting from my own mouth. "Damn, am I really as crazy as they say I am?" the question hangs in the solitude of the night. Then I understand the laugh. I was thinking about the scene from earlier when I happened upon a young boy, perhaps a farmer in training. I had been sitting in the middle of a dried up corn field pleasuring myself when he found me. The look in his eyes was truly priceless as he witnessed the shudders of my body from an explosive orgasm.

Then the laughter peals again. I enjoy masturbating and always have, and hopefully, always will. But more than anything else, I live for the moment when my ministrations are suddenly exposed to the unexpectant observer.

My stare returns to a level point and I notice a large house upon the hill to my right. Something inexplicably draws me to the dwelling. I run as fast as the wind; my legs seemingly possessed. Tree limbs reach out to claw my face and nature's tortuous obstacles nip at my feet. The pain goads me on, faster and faster my strides become.

Panting rapidly, I find myself in front of an impressive oak door. My hand reaches out, grabs the large door knocker and bangs it furiously. The door creeks ominously as an unseen figures opens the heavy burden slowly. I realize that I must be a horrific sight as the reflection in the person's eyes. I look down and discover that I am still clad in the hospital gown.

"Pardon me, but I am looking for shelter on this boding evening. May I enter your home please?"

 

[ariosto]

Radcliffe

"Why you certainly may you poor lil'thing."
Radcliff held the iron studded door open for the waifish creature and gestured her in.
She seemed a bit surprised at seeing a six foot, six inch Southern Gentleman in the midst of the deep dark forest but handled it well.
"Thanks," she said.
"Is this your place?"

Radcliff chuckled, "Not hardly pretty lady, I work for Doctor Dresden, he's the owner of this spread."

She held out her hand,
"Willow Barnes."

He took it and guided her into the main hall where Kayla was standing before the fire making strange gestures to someone she couldn't see.
"That's my wife Kayla Moran, she's practisin' charades, we usually all play after dinner."
He felt something sticky on his hand and sniffed...Oh my!

"Bye the way I'm Radcliffe Moran, call me Rad.
Kayla, Honey come meet little Willow girl."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Kayla Moran

She managed a vague smile in Willow's general direction, and a "how'd ya do?"

Getting involved with her husband's friends was never advisable. From the odd little man who dressed in nothing but black suits and dug through garbage exclaiming over the least little bit of metal or glass which he hoarded with glee, to the woman with frizzy red hair and absolutely no sense of style who through paint onto a canvas and presumed to call it art, they were a strange bunch. She tolerated them, yes, but with her own circle of friends they snickered (in a quite ladylike fashion) about the off-colored personalities.

Turning back to the mirror, she pranced in a small circle, arms arched over her head, making a sad attempt at imitating the grace of a swan.

 

[NightWhispers]

Willow Barnes

"Oooh....Did you say charades? I love charades!! May I go next?" Without waiting for a reply I bounced into the room, stripped off the airy gown and plopped down on a rustic armchair.

Spreading my legs over each arm I insert my right index finger into my mouth to savor the lingering taste still on it. "If ya can guess my charade, there may be a special treat in it for ya!" I wink at the tall, southern gentleman and laugh wickedly. I watch his eyes grow wider as I shove three left hand fingers deep inside of me. Throwing my head back and squealing with delight I grab hold of my nipple, pinching it roughly.

 

[ariosto]

"Good Gracious Kayla, Willow is friggin' herself half t'death...
Let's watch."

Putting his hand around his wife's shoulders they sit on the hearth warmed floor just in front of the franticaly masturbating girl and settle back to enjoy the show.

The crackling flames, three glassses of Claret, the proximity of his beloved wife and the girls thrusting glistening fingers cause Radcliffes head to swim and his manhood to rise.

Slipping his hand up over his wifes left breast and squeezing, he says,
"Willow darlin' Ah can see that you have a very interestin' way about ya. Is there anythin' we can do to help or are ya comfortable wingin' it solo."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Kayla Moran

She was somewhat taken aback by this new girl's twist on charades. Kayla wanted to yell the rules at her ... no sounds whatsoever ... but her husband seemed to be properly enjoying the show, so she kept quiet about the lewd moanings and groanings coming from the girl's delicate lips.

Radcliffes hands roamed over the billows and folds of her many layers, pulling down a strap here, popping out a button there. Elbowing him playfully in the side, she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear...

"Gracious, dawlin, are all these foreigners lackin' their sense of modesty?"

 

[NightWhispers]

Willow Barnes

The gentleman seems to be thoroughly enjoying my performance. His wife, on the other hand, is quite taken by surprise. I love when I shock the hell out of these mere mortals. My gaze lingers on the woman's full, ripe breasts, then shift to her eyes. I give her an inviting look. My finger crooks to motion the gentleman closer.

 

[ariosto]

Radcliff is caught by surprise, just as his fingers find the elusive goal of Kayla's proud nipples, Willow beckons him over.

"Lover," He turns to his wife whos face seems quite flushed.
"Maybe we better mosey over and help the child out...she is a guest afta all."

The nymph is grinning outrageously at the tall man with the big boner coming towards her. She offers her sodden fingers for him to taste.

"That is surely sweet as can be, darlin', an' I'd love to get some more a that honey...right from the source."

Kneeling between the girls shapley thighs, Rad runs his hands up along them, eyeing the moist swollen source of the nectar...ummmm juicy.

"Kayla, come on over hyeh, I think this little minx would like t'get t'know us both a
bit better."

 

[Honey_B]

Kitsune

Free from the confines of the dank prison of the castle, I let myself feel the exhilaration of the freedom. The dark forest beckons me with its wild scents of nature. I look up at the moon, it will be very soon. The liner power speaks to my blood, heating it, transforming me slowly. My voice is beginning to throb with the wildness of the wolf, but still sounds human to the ear. I am a fly trapped in amber, in a chrysalis.

The scents of the dark wood assault my nostrils like a symphony. I raise my nose to the breeze and sniff, again and again. Rotting leaves, forest flowers, moist earth. I smell the mating of animals. The scent of sex inflames my blood, for when I transform, I will be in heat.

Dark branches whip my body as I rush past, grabbing at my long dark hair as it streams behind me. Briars and brambles pierce the soles of my feet as the skin has not toughened into the pads of a wolf. The pain only heightens my nameless need, the hunger that burns within my body.

The somber trees open onto a small field, across which is her house. The woman that I have been watching, wanting. My slanted gold eyes narrow, hoping to catch a glimpse of the her through the lighted window of the cottage.

 

[Yoc]

Homer Gibson (Igor)

Leaning from the railing, Gibson hungrily stares at the naked form on the laboratory table.

So beautiful! So perfect!

From his right, he hears a giggle.

"Sounds like Kitsune's off with her friends again!"

At the mention of the wolfwoman's name, his lewd imagination suddenly conjures up visions of her prancing naked before him, begging him to take her. Saliva dribbles down his chin at the thought.

"She's done her work well. She deserves some time to play."

The doctor's words causes more imaginings of a dirty nature to flash through the perverted hunchback's mind. He feels himself expanding.

"Mind the electron level."

Suddenly realising that the doctor is looking at him, he quickly glances at the panel full of dials and flashing lights.

It looks normal.

"Of course, you've done well too, Igor."

Hearing that name, he feels his one good eye enlarge and twitch uncontrollably. Even in his present state of mind, he finds that he hates being called that though he's not sure why.

He watches the doctor turn back to the figure on the table and again he feels the urge to kill him. But instead of acting on it, the filthy creature watches the doctor move across to the large jar containing the brain.

Thanks to the noises coming from the instrument panel, he can't hear what the doctor is whispering though he isn't particularly interested. Now that he has moved away from the body, Gibson once again look at the object of his lust.

All he can think about is when will the doctor leave so that he can 'play' with her again...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Ghislaine... The Brain

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The gypsy woman will be coming soon... Ghislaine wonders what Zelda meant by 'Listen well my girl...there is a man...he loves you for your mind. ...But be warned he wants more...He wants to take your relationship to a new level...he wants...Yes....he wants....' Was she speaking of Emil? If not, then who?

...and where WAS Emil??? Why couldn't she see anything? What to do? What to do? She sure could use a cold one right about now. Ghislaine gave a slightly liquid swish to her tail in a way that only she could and began to sing...

A hundred bottles of beer on the wall. A hundred bottles of beer. Take one down and pass it around. Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall...

 

[captainb]

Emil Dresden

After satisfying himself that nothing more needed done for several hours, Emil left the laboratory in Igor's capable hands and went looking for breakfast. Where was Frau Blickberg? He usually never had to worry about a hot cup of coffee, it always magically appeared when needed. The stone door silently slid back into place, and the old oak bookshop rolled out from the wall to cover its location as he entered his private library. He wandered into the upper hallway, wondering where the kitchen was. He'd never had a need to look for it before now.

A voice softly echoed down the dim hallway, and he moved towards the balcony overlooking he great hall. He blinked and swayed, holding the handrail as he stared down into the room. What in the world was this? Who were these people? And why was that man... Emil peered closer. Radcliffe? Was he... he was! On my armchair! In front of my fireplace! Good god, I drink brandy in that armchair!

Emil stared for a moment longer. His outrage was strong, but he was a man, after all, and the women were attractive, to say the least. Then he shook himself, stood up straight and cleared his throat.

"Good morning, Mr. Moran," he said levelly.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Kayla Moran

Kayla had just risen from place seat beside the fireplace to go do Radcliffe's bidding, when a striking man appeared on the stairs. Returning to her seat quickly, she averted her eyes from the interactions taking place in the armchair, hoping she appeared innocent and without a hint of her previous eagerness. After all, she was a lady. She saw his keen eyes watching the scene below him with a somewhat aloof interest. As he descended the stairs, one hand resting on the elegantly carved banister, he called out a greeting to her husband.

Listening to his voice, she had to concealed her giggles behind a lacy handkerchief she clutched in one hand. Muss be a nawthun'er, lissen how he speaks so proper'

 

[ariosto]

"Rad, honey," she whispered out the side of her mouth, "I b'leive Doctah Dresdin is descending the stairs...Rad...Radcliffe!"

It was hard to break his focus once it was set. It was what made him the all time star running back at Tulane and a runner up Noble Prize winner for his work on cloning opossums from fresh roadkill dna samples.
Right now his focus was right on the shining pearl he'd managed to tease to vibrant humming life with the tip of his tongue.
Willow slid forward and dug her nails into the upholstered arms of the old fat easy chair.
Kayla smiled most fetchingly at the legendary
Professor and kicked her husband in the tail of his lab coat. It didn't work. His focus stayed the same.

 

[NightWhispers]

Willow Barnes

The feel of the man's tongue against my tiny opening is better than any of my memories from the past life. The roughness of his tastebuds against my silken skin seems almost too much for me to bear. Squinching my eyes tightly shut I relish in the astounding pleasure of a quaking climax. My nails dig tighter into the upholstery of the chair arms, my head shaking from side, to an observer I must look as though I am having an epeletic fit.

As the first wave subsides, I open my eyes, looking upward. I spy a rather unamused man staring down upon us.

"I am utterly mad," I scream not only to him but anyone else within earshot. "Come closer and witness my madness for yourself. Join me in my crazy desire!" I grab the southern gentleman's head and ram him into my orgasm soaked mound.